IZZIE: "George, can I come in? I made you some cookies and brownies and muffins, of course. I always make muffins."CALLIE: [runs out the door] "Thank God you're here. I can't take it anymore. Three times already tonight, and he's getting ready for a fourth."IZZIE: "What are you talking about? Oh. Oh, ew."

[narrating] "No one believes that their life will turn out just kind of okay. We all think we are going to be great. And from the day we decide to be surgeons, we are filled with expectation. Great expectations of who we will be, where we will go. And then... we get there."